july

Growing up I kept a journal. I wasn’t very diligent. Sometimes it would sit for weeks untouched. But I loved writing down my dreams. They’re so fragile—dreams. Even a word might blow them away, or a harsh light from between the curtains.

I write fantasy novels and take pictures of space ✨

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Conversation Artist l Director of Media @shillr

I legit can never remember my dreams anymore, it is tragic

Happened a while ago for me too man, here’s to remembering more in 2024